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“When I have reached the limits of my ability, when my expectations have been exhausted, when my eyes can no longer see beyond the cloud, then, GRACE shows up. Grace pushes me beyond my ability, raises my expectations beyond the envelope, and sharpens my eyes to see farther. Grace is a favour beyond what I merit, a help I couldn't have asked for, a strength I did not possess. Where would I be without God's Grace? I don't even want to think about it.”

“After a man had become very wealthy he discovered he did not find the happiness he was looking for. When asked why, Wealth replied: 'I am so sorry I thought you knew. I do not have the power to create virtues or vices. All I do is enhance whatever you bring here. When you invite me into your life, I help you become more of you - good or bad. Sorry, if you didn't bring happiness here, you can't find it here.”

“I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I can hear the sound of a victory parade. I can see the clouds of uncertainty dispersed, the valley of despair exalted, the mountain of obstacles brought low and the crooked path of disappointments made straight. Surely, these times have an expiry date. When they are gone, as they always do, I shall remain - stronger and more experienced.”

“I Found the Light I have witnessed darkness in its most profound form—a grim tapestry of human suffering woven from selfishness and neglect. I have seen the homeless jostle for a sliver of concrete beneath the bridges, claiming a patch of cold ground for the night. I have watched children, their eyes too old for their faces, sift through reeking bins for scraps of food, numbed to the stench of decay. Desperate souls, stripped of dignity, stretch out their hands not for help, but for mere alms. The streets are a river of bowed heads and shadowed faces, a silent procession of the forgotten. In this city, does anyone remember how to smile? “Someone must do something!” The cry echoed in my mind, aimed at the distant, powerful figures: the government in its marble halls, the outspoken Christian leaders, the lavish politicians, the wealthy executives in their glass towers. I searched the faces around me, hoping to see a hero, one man who might rise above his own struggles to lift up another. I found none. A profound sadness settled over me, a grief for a humanity that seemed to have lost not only its way but its very soul. Seeking refuge from the biting wind and the even harsher reality of the streets, I pushed open the door to a restaurant. Warmth washed over me. An imposing mirror framed in sleek aluminium and rich wood adorned the entrance, a testament to a world of curated beauty and comfort. I caught my own reflection and instinctively straightened my coat. But the man staring back at me was a stranger—a coward, a man who had surrendered. I saw a light long ago dimmed by overwhelming circumstance, a voice silenced before it could even whisper a protest, a fighter who had shamefully fled the ring while the real battle raged just outside the door. The truth struck me with the force of a physical blow. The prayer I had been casting outward had no recipient. The hero I was waiting for would never come. In that crystal-clear moment, without a second thought, I turned and strode back onto the street. But I was not returning to search for the light. I was returning as the light. A radiant, defiant joy overflowed my heart. I had found my reason to live. I would not solve everything, but I could do something. I would shine, however faintly, and impact life, one person at a time.”

“It’s A New Day! The light of a new day breaks through my window. Sunlight washes over me, and a soft wind billows the curtains, brushing them against my face. I gather the fabric in my hands, holding it like a flag raised to greet the morning. I linger there for a moment, until a dull throbbing in my temples reminds me of a night with too little sleep. I move slowly back to my bed, cradling my head in my hands. *Why only twenty-four hours?* The question arises automatically, and just as quickly, I remember the counsel I’ve been given: to seek more is a symptom of stress, a lack of trust in the time I’ve already been given. *What’s on the agenda today?* I ask myself, almost by rote. Instantly, my mind lurches into gear, racing through a mental catalog of appointments and obligations. The sheer weight of it all overwhelms me, and the headache returns with a vengeance. As I press my palms to my temples, the unfinished tasks and failures from yesterday come rushing back. The pain sharpens, forcing me to sit on the edge of the bed, unsteady. How long will I be held hostage by yesterday and paralyzed by tomorrow? I lie back, my gaze fixed on the blank expanse of the ceiling. I consciously tune it all out, making the effort to turn my heart toward my Father. Slowly, then surely, I find a quiet solace in His presence. From that peace, I draw the strength to learn from yesterday without being chained to it. In that stillness, my perspective shifts. Today—this single, present day—emerges as the only currency I have. It is the only space in which I can choose joy, and the only time I have to deploy my unique gifts upon a world that is waiting. It’s a new day; I am poised to take maximum advantage of it.”

“Impossible? Bring it on! I once believed it was impossible... until I proved myself wrong. When the challenge loomed, a profound darkness filled my vision. Fear, cold and sharp, swept away every shred of confidence I possessed. My own whispers amplified the terror, echoing it in my ears. In that moment, I realized the darkness had claimed *me*. Its grip was absolute. Amidst the whirlwind of my surrender, a gentle yet insistent voice arose: "Is this truly who you are?" Shame washed over me. Swiftly, I changed my inner chant. "Yes. I *can*," I breathed. The words, hesitant at first, gained strength with each repetition, forging resolve. Emboldened, I faced the darkness anew. Now, I saw it for what it was: not a monstrous force, but simply the absence of light. *My* light. The challenge lost its dread, revealing itself as something needing illumination, not fearing. I stepped forward, extending my light into the void. Joy surged as I watched the shadows recoil and scatter before its steady beam. Impossible? I choose that word with care now. I look upward, I look within, and draw upon the strength that transforms the impossible into possibility.”

“The Power of Patient Waiting Waiting is never easy. It drains your enthusiasm, making you restless to charge ahead, seize the moment, and pour your all into the fight. Only a fool would choose hesitation, and only the idle would welcome delay in the heat of action. Yet, waiting is the vulture’s strength. It watches, poised, biding its time for the perfect strike. To the untrained eye, the waiting vulture seems foolish—but its patience is not passivity. It is strategy and intentionality in motion, turning restraint into reward, trading haste for precision. Patience is not mere inconvenience—it is necessity. Though it may feel like time wasted, its true cost is only short-term. Waiting sharpens focus, hones skill, and prepares you for what lies ahead. It clears the mind of bias, aligns action with purpose, and leads to wiser choices. In patience, energy is preserved, and ability is refined. It is the cure for reckless impulse. No victory comes without patience. Only faith that is accompanied by patience inherit the promise of a desired end. For everyone that waits actively and purposely, triumph is inevitable.”

“Beyond the Applause Who doesn’t love the roar of applause? It’s sweeter than honey, richer than gold. Your chest swells, your spirit soars. You stand taller, basking in the glow. The moment is yours—you shine, you celebrate, you sing. But what happens when the cheers fade? When the drums fall silent and the crowd moves on? When the praise that once lifted you now lifts another? Will you still sing when no one is listening? The truth is, applause is fleeting. Change is the only constant. The spotlight doesn’t belong to you—it merely passes by. If you’re good, remember: someone is better. There will always be someone wealthier, more beautiful, more captivating. Chasing approval is a race without a finish line. Imagine building your life on the applause of others—shaping every choice, every belief, just to please the crowd. You’ll never measure up. You’ll trade your convictions for trends, your dignity for nods of approval. Stripped of authenticity, you’ll wear borrowed robes, never truly your own. The wise stand beyond the applause. They live behind the curtain of public opinion, anchored in what lasts: love for God, devotion to family, the pursuit of true joy, and faith that overcomes. They welcome praise but aren’t defined by it. Their worth comes from something deeper. So when the clapping ends, they keep singing. Because their song was never for the crowd—it was for the soul. And in that quiet place, they’ve found something unshakable. They’ve found safety beyond the applause.”

“Falling Forward Stumbling arrives uninvited. Falling cracks our armor, exposing raw vulnerability. Regrets pool like shadows, threatening to drown our spirit. Buckled knees, trembling hands, the hollow ache of deferred hopes – they whisper of a future dimmed. The call to rise feels distant, muffled as we silence the inner voice urging us upward. Counting losses consumes us; we forget to number our days or summon past victories. Ambition flickers, fading. Yet, we dare to lift our gaze and murmur a prayer to God. Slowly, gratitude seeps in, mending the fractured spirit. And there, in the profound darkness, a sliver of light appears. Not a flood, but a persistent glow that swells, banishing the pitch black, saturating the void. This transforming light shifts our vision. Despair loosens its grip; hope stirs. Smiles begin to thaw frozen tears. A forgotten strength wells within. Forged in this newfound resilience, we rise. Not merely to stand, but to rebound – launching us higher than ground we once knew. Where the fall sought to cast down, it has become the lift upward. A chapter presumed closed bursts open, spilling with unforeseen possibilities. We give thanks for the fall, and step forward renewed into a future ablaze with promise.”

“Faith runs towards the barricades because it can see the other side. Faith dares the raging storm because it can feel the calm. Faith challenges the status quo because it can imagine the new frontiers. Because faith can see, feel and imagine, it endures the immediate pains, stretches patience to its limits and makes living a hope adventure. Being human, we can survive with occasional doubts. But when doubts become so habitual that they graduate to unbelief and culminate into hopelessness, life becomes hazardous. We are better off when we see both with our outer and inner eyes. The inner eyes see beyond the pain, the weakness, and the challenge. They fuel hope and give us reasons to live. The eyes of faith then become our indispensable ally in our unstable world.”

“People have asked me why I maintain a positive mental attitude and a positive self-talk, even in the face of utter despair. It is simple. I am always certain that the devil thinks and talks ill of me all the time, and I do not intend to become a second witness by thinking and speaking ill of myself. You know: 'out of the mouths of two or three witnesses shall a matter be established.”

“Come on, put on a smile. Believe me: it looks good on you. Try a smile, and see if you won't love it. Just smile. It's a free and yet potent medicine. Now, smile. Whatever you cannot get with a smile will even be harder to get with a frown. So, smile. Your attraction to good life and happiness is just one smile away. Please smile. It's your key to people's hearts. You should smile; for smile surprises people.”

“Every now and then, I take a stock of you, just to be sure I am according you the respect you deserve. If I can't add to or subtract from you, then I am constrained to constantly learning to manage you better. If nothing can be done except within the space you provide, then I am stuck with you. I understand opportunities, and indeed life itself, are locked up in your bowels. I have decided, God helping me, to see you as you are - a friend. You are not against me. You are actually on my side. You are my ally in the pursuit of my dreams. You are an equal opportunity gift from God to all of mankind. You are the mystery I have to decode, as I try to unravel which portion of you I should devote to what portion of my life at any particular moment. I take responsibility for the way I treat you. If I think you are holding a gun to my head, then I haven't treated you well. If I fritter you away on frivolities, I have to admit I haven't accorded you the respect you deserve. If i am able to devote sufficient portion of your value to my most important priorities, I feel a sense of accomplishment. Dear God. Please help me to utilize every moment in TIME in furtherance of my life's purpose and destiny.”

“Here is announcing vacancies for numerous positions as complainants. Any or no qualification is acceptable. Both genders and all age groups may apply. While no experience is needed, candidates with good blame game skill have an advantage. Blame game skill is the art of holding someone else responsible for your actions and, especially, for the rot in the society. You have an infinitely long list of co-workers to welcome you into their fold. There is a caveat, though. Successful candidates must be willing to surrender their worth and their dream, as they may conflict with their work schedule. In the same vein, leaders and would-be leaders need not apply.”

“Life has two faces - the beautiful and the ugly. Life is a responder and not an initiator or dictator. It responds not to your circumstances but to your attitude to them. It waits in the wings until you dictate your attitude to a situation. Life then responds with a corresponding face that matches your attitude - ugly for ugly, beautiful for beautiful. In essence, you choose your own life. It would seem that God has given you an enormous power to be the initiator or the dictator of the life you wish live.”

“Isn't it ironic that we often condemn in others what we hate in ourselves? We project our shortcomings on others and confront them in their lives, not in ours. We excuse our weaknesses, but sharply oppose the same weaknesses in others. We discharge and acquit our misdemeanors but hold others accountable for theirs. In what is an obvious injustice, we consider the log in our eyes too small to be seen but the speck in others' eyes too big to be ignored.”

“Our lives are intricately intertwined. The cord that binds us is much stronger than I imagined. It’s now obvious to me that my success is tied to yours. Your light lightens my path. Your darkness obscures my sunshine. I can’t seem to rise faster or higher than your help. I can’t stand comfortably while you languish on the ground. My celebration is incomplete without yours. It’s sweeter when we share the podium than when I stand there alone. Knowing how crucial you are to my life and purpose, I am here sending you a notice - I am in your corner. Here is hoping you will be gracious enough to be in mine.”

“They said it was a mystery until someone acquired the necessary knowledge and experience to make it an open book. They said it was impossible until someone defied the odds and did it. Our world is filled with many imitators and few initiators because we listen more to others than to the gentle inner voice urging us to believe the impossible and do the unthinkable. Ultimately, breaking the glass ceiling is about who you are listening to.”

“I stand condemned before the court of human justice. The odds are not in my favor. The judge is about to give its verdict - guilty as charged. My detractors are ready to roll out the drums, happy for my downfall. My friends' faces are frozen, ashamed that they know me. As the judge prepares to give his verdict, MERCY - a friend of the court and the de facto judge - springs to his feet. He requests for the charge sheet and tears it into shreds. MERCY takes up the judge's seat, sets aside the pending judgment, and pronounces me 'discharged and acquitted'. Wow! MERCY rubbishes the credible charges and averts the certain judgment. Justice operates on facts, MERCY seeks the truth. Justice sees the past, MERCY sees into the future. If you fully understand MERCY, you must be a saint. Because, I don't. But I love it when God demonstrates it. I am even not ashamed to ask for MERCY.”

“I hated doing NEW things because of their disruptive tendencies. I detested the vulnerability that often goes with stepping out of my comfort zone. That was until I discovered that NEW is an invitation to Never Ending Wonders. Now, I am eager to create or embrace the NEW and ride on the back of its vulnerability to push the frontiers and break the glass ceilings.”

“There are twin challenges that seek to curtail man's advances. Their combination paralyzes meaningful efforts, scuttles dreams and ambitions, and dims the light of hope. FEAR cripples. COMPLACENCY kills advances. FEAR is behind the flagging zeal of many. FEAR suggests a retreat and dampens enthusiasm. What we call lethargy is actually the FEAR of the unknown, and particularly of failure. FEAR lets us imagine the shame of failure long before we make a move and strongly suggests that we play safe. True, a ship is safe in the harbour; but is that what a ship is created for? Isn't a ship meant for a sojourn- troubled and dangerous as it may be? Each time we overcome our FEARS, we break new grounds. Every successful man or woman knows the joy of triumphing over their FEARS. FEAR stands by cowardly as they walk to the success podium. It is the turn of FEAR to fear. But soon after, COMPLACENCY makes its move on the successful man or woman. It softly but tenaciously asserts: What else is there to achieve? You might not be lucky the next time around, you know. Why not dwell safely on this mountain? COMPLACENCY kills ambitions softly. So, if you desire is to be the best God has ordained you to be, you must run against your FEARS prayerfully and tenaciously until you win. And when you have won, don't let COMPLACENCY force you to sit back and watch your trophies; just keep running. Run, baby! Run!”

“Generosity is not stupidity. The giver is a light lighter and a lifter of heads. And he is much better off after than before he gave. The law of sowing and reaping is universal. A man that does not withhold resources, gifting and favour from others, has set himself up for a harvest of the same kind but of greater proportion. Should I be generous? Why not, if not? Whenever I am torn between liberality and stinginess, I shall gladly choose liberality.”